I love this emotion that we all know by heart in our minds: Love is lived, said, written… Love never expresses itself in the same way by all experiences, but differently. There is a talk of action, gesture, listening or speaking, reflecting the feeling: A reflection that finds its splendor in words. It defines what one feels, the exceptional is used to define the best.

Every word has a meaning and impact in the heart of the beloved. As one loves, one is full of superlatives and felt where the reality is created … hyperbole with a perfect love… It amplifies the love by thought, the words seduce the heart that falls in love and would like to believe and love, simply. They intoxicate the heart and act on the mind as a placebo.

For the love is verified by the action, the lyrics are just the desire to love that is transcribed into words. The beauty of gestures…

The desire to love is the understatement of a lack of will making the decision and act giving all love its dedication and sincerity. It knows to see the correlation between the acts and words in invisible silence…

Fine words have never advanced except love for the platonic; the admirable contemplation when one loves from far.

We can express what we feel, but love poses as act on our true feelings … The words are only thoughts, they have their importance, but not enough to love, we need action because love is an active verb.

The man is a reflection of his actions, not of his thoughts… The desire of the words as so beautiful as the light in the eyes of who loves and it will never be worth if we do not dare to risk to love unconditionally… ❤